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Three years and six semesters later, I boarded a plane. It was only the second trip I would take on a plane. The first one was the year before to Chicago for a fraternity conference. This time around, I was doing it! I was finally traveling to study abroad! And my destination? I was heading to none other than the land of the Beatles, the home of the royal family and the place I would soon call my second home - The United Kingdom. More specifically, I would be a student at a school called Edge Hill University in Ormskirk, about 25 minutes outside of Liverpool. Not only was I thrilled to be living abroad for the first time, but I was incredibly grateful to have this opportunity in the first place.
After four months in the United Kingdom, I flew back home to my humble suburban town in northern New Jersey.